Yeah, hot summer morning

Summer but, ain't summer vacation yet

What them shorties doin on the block still?

Psst, 93 degrees

I ain't chilled on my front steps in a minute

Let me kick it

[Verse 1]

Yo, I travel round the world doin shows and such

But no matter where I go, you know I'm never losin touch

With home base, that's where I rest my head

Sometimes I be in Paradise and yearn for home instead

And this morning I'm here chillin right on my front steps

And I'm watchin all the shorties tryin to flex they reps

Like I got the hottest bike and I got the newest kicks

And it's cool 'til you throw some crime up in the mix

I'm been tellin little Corey even since he was six

Just cause your mom's a chickenhead, don't get caught up with these tricks

Now he's only thirteen and he's caught in a fix

Quittin school and findin work to raise a seed in the bricks (damn)

But I gotta believe he'll be aight

Cause he's young and down to work and plus his family's tight

Aiyyo there go my niggas from (AH!), here come my niggas from (YO!)

Get over here while I twist this dro

Yeah ma, we see ya shakin your head, don't get it twisted

We all got jobs but right now we gettin lifted

To build on the stress of the world (yo Kev match this)

Tryin to tell the shorties these ghetto survival tactics

But look at you with your stetch pants shakin that ass

But soon as one of us step up to you, you startin actin gassed

Like baby girl be cheddar or baby girl is out

That's exactly what the fuck we right here talkin about

[Hook] - 2X

Whether you on the dance floor shakin your hips

Or your coolin on your steps makin beats with your lips

Or even at the car wash shinin up the whip

Turn this shit up, see that Mr. Akrobatik rips

[Verse 2]

Yeah, morning turns to afternoon around my spot

You don't have to search for proof to see it's "Ghetto Red Hot"

Cats know they should be in school, but still they not

Instead they learn that crime is only crime if you get caught

It would be better if there was a pops around

To say ignore them dirty looks instead of "pop the clown"

But right across the street you could see Big Kent

No job, loungin on the fire escape bent

Don't support his kids and his girl pay his rent

If his seeds turn foul, it's not by accident

Old men always diggin in my trash for cans

Can't help but tell myself it's cause they lacked a plan

Makes me thank God that I got a crew that's tight

That even when we fight, don't lose sight of what is right

Night's right around the corner, my niggas is about to go

But for now we just coolin outside puffin some dro

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Yo, night strikes, the temperature drops

Everybody's more on they toes, crooks and cops (*police sirens*)

Off in the distance is sirens and light flashes

I contemplate what's goin on, while makin blunt ashes

I'm think to myself like 'HEY!'

It's been a minute since I sat on the steps all day

Hopin to hear somebody drive by bumpin Ak

But my people all confused by the commercial attack

Yo, one day I'll move from the city I love

But no matter when I rest the Bean I'm always thinkin of

Prayin that the black folk get it together

Unity, financial stability, whatever

Cause all I really see when I'm on my front steps

Is the possibility a whole generation slept

While I'm here I'll do my best to reverse that flow

But for now I'm just coolin right here puffin some dro

[Hook]

Yeah